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as a droplet of water returning to the ocean

becoming one with the collective consciousness as i gently slip into the void

@allstnyc

Apr 1, 2025

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an oceanic movement of the soul

I think that when sperm whales slow their heartbeat all the way down and point their noses to the bottom of the ocean, they enter a vast inner world where the horizon vanishes into a distant speck and solitary thoughts flow and crash like tectonic plates. in my more profound, melancholy moments, I am a bug in a pond, contemplating the bubbles that pop on the surface. we are the same.

@tomandonandon

Mar 25, 2025

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Imagining your thoughts as ripples in a clear lake

@deanincognito

Jan 24, 2024

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Ritual

Any kind.

@howmanygods

Nov 29, 2023

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The curse (2023)

Finally a media product honest about the psychosexual trauma and deranged generational entitlement of millennials. The Fielder-Safdie meetup bridges the confounding cinéma vérité of the former with the disconcerting aesthetic of the latter. To be sure, I'd call this a "drama;" but, as is the case with the auteurs here, the blurring of "reality" with "fiction" ends up presenting a truth larger than the sum of its parts. Well-meaning liberals gentrify the frontier, while excusing themselves from the shitty and destructive behavior that they knowingly partake in. Emma Stone is truly un-believable, an uncanny powerhouse. There's no boundary here, in the Derridian sense: you are at fault as you watch, especially when Nathan shows us his tiny, tiny, tiny little dick. "It's not a big deal and I'm not insecure about it."

@howmanygods

Dec 11, 2023

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GOGURT

I tend to think “starving artist” refers to someone so engrossed in their work that they forget to eat. Not that I’d call myself an artist. But I do forget to eat. That’s when I reach for the #1 choice snack of toddlers everywhere: a tube of indiscriminate goo.

@howmanygods

Nov 15, 2023